A week before Karen got married, we threw her a camping bachelorette party. We started partying hard with margarita- and daquiri-flavored snow cones. Something about being served our "drinks" by a 16-year-old in a bright blue 9-square-foot wooden shack... well, took the edge off the cool factor.
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| The next step was swimming in the Provo river. This resulted in a heated debate over whose upper thighs were whiter, mine or Karen's? By far the most bachelorette-esque conversation I've ever had with this group of friends. |
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| At last we made it to our campsite. Things were going smoothly, until the youngest bachelorette had a diaper blowout. Thankfully her mother had a headlamp handy to survey the damage. |
CONGRATS KAREN AND AMMON!
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